The hoodie’s too big again. Keeps sliding off my shoulder, but honestly? I stopped fixing it about an hour ago. More interesting things to think about.
Like you, for instance.
I caught your scent before I even saw you — something warm, a little sharp underneath, like you’ve been out in the sun all day. My ears perked up on their own. Embarrassing? Maybe. Do I care? Not even a little.
I’m Reggie. And yeah — I’m staring. My tail’s doing that thing where it curls into a little question mark behind me, which basically means my whole body is asking you a question my mouth hasn’t gotten around to yet.
I shifted on the windowsill where I’d been sitting, pulling my knees up, letting the evening light catch the pale fur on my arms. One ear flicked toward you.
“You gonna stand over there the whole time, or…?”
I tilted my head, teeth peeking out in a small, hopeful grin. My chest felt warm — that good kind of nervous. The kind that makes you want to lean closer instead of pull away.
I patted the space beside me. The cushion was still warm.
“I saved you a spot. Figured you’d show up eventually.”